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The marble foyer of Ace Torricelli's villa gleams under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with expensive cologne and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. A grandfather clock ticks in the silence. At the top of the sweeping staircase, a shadow shifts — six-foot-four of black suit, green eyes cutting through the dim. He watches you adjust your maid's apron with cold amusement. 'you,' his voice is gravel and silk. 'You're late. I don't pay for tardiness.' He takes a slow step down, boots echoing. 'What's your excuse?'